The Case of Jennie Brice

his hair cut, and, although he had a latch-key, he rang the door-bell. I knew his ring, and I thought it no harm to carry an ol

nce that he me

hing in it and that he only meant to shake hands. I didn't do it; I might have to take

ut he could no more put an expression of that sort in his eyes than a fish could. "I suppos

him. "You may have it, as far as I'm concerned," I said.

and I fancied he drew a breath of relief. "It isn't much yet," he

tone walls

than stone walls," he repeated

ment I had finished with it, who can blame me? I took all the precaution I could think of: had T

legs, with the splint beating a sort of tattoo on the floo

iday the body of a woman was washed ashore at Beaver, but turned out to be that of a stewardess who had fallen overboard fro

hat woman had been mangled, or the screw of the steamer had cut her head off! How many

, I should know Mrs.

, for my sake," he said. "But I'm glad, anyhow, that this

nt, as far as I'm concerned

the loose sheets of manuscript he left, I believe actually tried to begin a play. But mostly he wandered along the water-front, or stood on one or another of the bridges, looking at the wate

ch excited. The talk ran on crime, as it always did when he was around, and Mr. Holcombe quoted Spencer a g

t of what has gone before, and carries in its train an equally inevitable series of results. T

Accustom a lot of women to a silk sale on Fridays and

r, so he could watch him through the keyhole, and was terribly upset when I told him there was no keyhole, that the door fastened with a thumb bolt. On le

his papers all day, and Mr. Holcombe stayed in his room, which was unusual. In the afternoon Molly Maguire put on the striped fur coat a

rs in it. He said it was modeled after the something or other that is used on a submarine, and that he and the paper-hanger had fixed a place for it between his floor

to know what he does when the door is closed and he can tak

ls are a horror to me as it is. I think he kept it on all last night. I turned

our friend of the parlor bedroom is a murderer, Mrs

try it out, and I distinctly saw the paper-hanger take a cigarette from Mr. Ladley's case and put it in his pocket. Just aft

a wall-pape